Amelia 'Mia' Argent has been raised to fear the supernatural. Coming from a long lineage of werewolf hunters, she is being trained to hunt and one day become the leader of her team. But when her family moves to Beacon Hills in search for an Alpha, t...
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"Dad, can you just sit down?"
"Why?"
"You're making me nervous. Please?"
Chris sighed but listened, taking a seat on Mia's bed next to Allison, who was staring at her sister with wide, glassy eyes, not uttering a word. With both of her remaining family members staring her down, Mia felt even more nervous standing in front of them, leaning back against her desk. It felt like a school presentation that was worth 80% of her grade, except this conversation was worth her entire life, potentially.
"So," she swallowed, "Where do you want me to start?"
Allison opened her mouth, but Chris beat her to it, "The bite. Tell me what happened after that. Everything."
"Well, I didn't turn into a werewolf," she was struggling to find the words that would make her father the least upset, "But I'm not human either, as you saw back at the warehouse."
"What you did," Chris said, shaking his head, "I've never seen anything like it. I thought I knew everything about the things we hunt, and yet..."
"I know," Mia replied, fiddling with her fingers, "I didn't understand it either, for the longest time. And this is going to sound incredibly stupid, but I guess I'm– I'm a siren?"
"A siren?" Allison repeated, finally speaking up, "Like, the creepy women who lure sailors to their deaths?"
"Yeah. Except I don't do any of that."
Allison sighed, "And here I thought werewolves were hard to believe in."
Mia directed her attention towards her father, "Remember that woman I went to visit, Caroline? She's like me. She never told you because she developed her powers after you met, and she didn't want you to kill her or me, so she kept quiet. Apparently our powers can't be accessed until we're bitten by an Alpha, so she thought I would be safe."
"I can't believe she never told me," Chris muttered, looking conflicted.
"Well Victoria would've killed her and me immediately, so she kind of had a point," Mia reminded him, and Chris nodded, even though it was clearly hard for him to admit it. "I mean, look what mom did to me when she thought I was gonna turn into a werewolf. Imagine her finding out I'm something she's never even heard of."
Good thing she's dead now, she thought, but decided not to voice it out loud.
"Anyway," she continued, "I'm still mostly human. I can't heal and I don't have super strength or senses, none of the useful shit werewolves get. I'm still as vulnerable as you, except I can get into people's minds sometimes."
"How does that even work?" Allison asked. Mia had been avoiding eye contact with her in fear that she would see disgust on her sister's face, but Allison didn't seem horrified, just mildly shaken and curious, "When you did it to me, it felt–it felt like I was having a bad dream. Like I couldn't control it, but I was aware something was wrong."
